Lily's 3-Layer Mud Cake

Illustration by Summer  Age:  9
Paris, TN

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Madison and the Barnyard

           Madison looked out the window as the car pulled into her grandparents’ driveway.  It had been several months since Madison had seen her grandparents’ farm, and this time they were visiting in the summer.  She was almost beside herself with excitement for the opportunity to explore the farm today.

            Grandma and Grandpa stood on the front porch for Madison and Marie with outstretched arms.  Madison raced out of the car, up the porch steps, and into Grandpa’s waiting arms.  His overalls smelled like hay and cows, but that was how Grandpa always smelled.  Marie calmly walked up and hugged Grandma and then Grandpa.  Madison let go of Grandpa and jumped up so that Grandma held her on her hip.  Nobody else in the world still carried her this way anymore, and she loved that Grandma still let her do this.

            After everyone had finished all the hellos, Madison climbed down and grabbed Grandpa by the hand.  It was time to go exploring, and she didn’t want to waste a single minute.  Marie tagged along as Madison nearly dragged Grandpa to the fence of the cow pasture.  A cow was quietly chewing on grass next to the fence.  A calf came up and stuck his head through the fence toward Madison.  Grandpa showed Madison how to pet the calf, and then the calf licked Madison right in the face.

            “Ugh!” Madison exclaimed in disgust.  “That calf just licked me in the face.  His breath smells horrible.”

            Marie and Grandpa laughed, but Madison wiped her face off with her sleeve and then her shirt tail.  She couldn’t seem to get the icky off and kept wiping her face every few minutes.

            Just then Marie noticed something in the corner of the pasture lying on the ground next to the fence.

            “What’s that, Grandpa?” Marie asked.

            “Why, that’s a piece of honeycomb,” replied Grandpa.  “I must have dropped it when I gathered the honey this morning.  Look, it still has a little honey on it.  Do you girls want to try it?”

            Madison looked at the honeycomb suspiciously.  After the calf episode, she wasn’t sure she wanted to trust something in the cow pasture.  However, Marie dipped her finger in the honey and made a yum sound.  Madison slowly dipped her finger in the honey and barely touched the tip of her tongue with it.  It was sweet, but also a little strange tasting, too.  She wasn’t sure exactly how she felt about the honey.

            Grandpa and the girls slowly walked back toward the house.  Grandma’s chickens were pecking the ground in the backyard close to the backdoor looking for seeds to eat.  Madison went up to one of the chickens and reached out her hand to ruffle the chicken’s feathers.  As soon as she touched the chicken, it squawked and began chasing Madison.  Madison screamed and ran for Grandpa.  When she reached Grandpa, she literally climbed him and started crying uncontrollably.  All Grandpa could do was laugh.

            “It’s okay, Madison,” said Grandpa soothingly.  “I got you.  Look, that chicken has already gone back to pecking for seeds.”

            Madison looked at the chicken and began to calm down.  Then she saw that Marie was laughing at her and began to sulk.

            “Stop laughing at me,” said Madison angrily as she hid her face against Grandpa’s shoulder.

            “I’m sorry, Madison,” said Marie.  “But you climbing Grandpa like you just did was the funniest thing I have ever seen.”

            Madison thought about how that must have looked and began to giggle.  “It probably was pretty funny, wasn’t it,” said Madison as she climbed down out of Grandpa’s arms.

            “I think we’ve done enough exploring for the time being,” said Grandpa.  “I think your Grandma has supper waiting on us, and she made blackberry cobbler just for you girls.”

            Madison and Marie both looked at each other and dashed for the back door.  Exploring the farm would have to wait for later.

Lily's Rainy Day Adventure

Lily stared through the windows of the gazebo.  The rain fell in thick sheets just like it had all morning.  It looked like she would be stuck inside all day.

Just then she noticed a puddle forming on the brick path that had sawdust floating on top.  This made her think of an oil spill she had seen on the news.

Suddenly, she was there standing on the shore of the Gulf of Mexico.  A reporter held a microphone to her mouth as she asked a question.

“Ms. Lily, what is your expert opinion as a natural science expert as to how this great oil spill can be removed?” asked the reporter.

“We are working on a system that will filter the water removing the oil,” stated Lilly as if she really knew how that worked.

“Oh, that sounds like it might take a while,” stated the reporter.

“We expect it might take us months to fully filter the water and return the area to normal,” responded Lilly importantly.

Lily came back to herself at the gazebo, and began to explore.  Before long she came upon an old hammer.  Her grandfather must have left there.  She sat down on a bench and examined the hammer carefully.

Suddenly, she kissed the hammer, and it changed into a magic hammer able to take her anywhere she wanted to go.  She held the hammer up in the air, and she flew right out of the gazebo into the rain.  The hammer blocked the rain and made it fall on either side of Lily.  She zoomed through the air until she reached New York City.  She landed on the top of the Statue of Liberty and looked out over the city and harbor.  Boats sailed in the harbor.  People were busily going here and there.  Airplanes soared overhead as they landed and took off from the nearby airports.  Lilly sat enjoying the view.

When she came back to herself in the gazebo, she again began to explore.  On the other side of the gazebo, she found an old flashlight under one of the benches.  She checked to see if it still worked, and it did.

Now she was in a deep dark tunnel underneath an old castle.  Her team of archaeologists was exploring the tunnels looking for artifacts.  She looked down and saw a shiny object at her feet.  When she picked it up, she realized she had found an ancient coin.  

“Hey guys, look at this!” exclaimed Lily as she held up the coin she had found.

“Why isn’t that one of the lost coins of Camelot?” asked one of her colleagues astonished.

“Yes, I do believe it is,” stated Lily matter-of-factly.

“We’re going to be famous!” exclaimed another colleague.

“I do believe you are right,” said Lily as she held the coin up to the light.

Lily came back to herself in the gazebo.  She sat on one of the benches holding a shiny penny in her hand.  Sighing, she looked out at the steady falling rain.  Maybe one of these days she would get to have a real adventure instead of only in her daydreams.

Raja's Kitten

            Kamesh sat in the walled garden on his family’s estate.  He was lazily stroking his kitten, Ketifa, while they both warmed themselves in the sunshine.  The skies over Bangladesh shone a deep blue with not a cloud in sight.

            “Oh, Ketifa,” sighed Kamesh.  “What are we going to do today?”

            The kitten’s response was a huge yawn.

            Suddenly, Kamesh heard a commotion on the other side of the wall that divided his family’s estate from a section of jungle.  He ran over to the wall and found his favorite peeking hole, which was a crack in the wall situated perfectly for his height.  When he looked through the crack, he saw a great elephant struggling through the underbrush.  For a moment, Kamesh couldn’t tell why the elephant struggled.  Then the elephant’s back leg came into view.  An axhead was lodged in the leg.  While Kamesh watched, the elephant gave out a loud trumpeting sound and collapsed on the ground.

            Kamesh stood stunned for a minute, and then ran into the main house screaming for help.  It took several minutes to explain the situation to the servants, but finally a wildlife officer was located and brought to the estate.

            The elephant still lay where he had fallen.  When the wildlife officer determined that the elephant was still alive, a veterinarian was called to the scene.  Kamesh and Ketifa along with many of the servants watched the men work on the elephant from a safe distance.

            After a few minutes, Ketifa jumped out of Kamesh’s arms and slowly stalked toward the elephant.  Kamesh started to go after the kitten, but one of the servants pulled him back.  Kamesh called and called for Ketifa to come back, but the kitten was on the prowl.  The kitten crouched low to the ground and made his way through the tall grass toward the elephant’s trunk.  Then the kitten sprang into the air and landed on the elephant’s trunk.  Everyone expected the elephant to cry out and shake the kitten off of his trunk, but the elephant just lay there.

            Then Ketifa climbed up the elephant’s trunk and pounced on the elephant’s ear.  Kamesh watched in horror expecting the elephant to send his kitten flying off to his death any moment.  Instead, the elephant flapped his ear while the kitten tried to catch it.  This went on for several minutes until the kitten became so excited he flipped himself off the elephant and landed on the ground next to the trunk.  The elephant then curled his trunk and nudged the kitten.  Ketifa immediately took up the game again with the elephant’s trunk.  Up and down and around the kitten twirled and flipped chasing the elephant’s trunk while the elephant did his part to keep up the chase.  Now Kamesh and the servants watched in wonder at the game the elephant and kitten continued to play.

            Before long the men managed to remove the axhead from the elephant’s leg and bandaged it.  Then they, too, stood back and watched the game going on between the kitten and the elephant for several minutes until a huge truck arrived to take the elephant away.

            “Where are you taking the elephant?” Kamesh cried, suddenly very concerned about the elephant’s fate.

            “Don’t worry,” said the vet.  “We are taking him to a wildlife refuge where he will be able to heal.”

            The vet went over and scooped up the kitten midjump.  Then he handed the kitten to Kamesh.  The men worked with the elephant until they managed to get him back on his feet and then slowly guided him into the truck.  They closed the gate on the back of the truck, and the elephant stuck his trunk out searching for his new friend.

            Kamesh walked over to the truck and placed Ketifa on the elephant’s trunk.  The elephant curled his trunk.  Ketifa curled up in the trunk, fell asleep, and started to purr.

            “You need a name,” said Kamesh to the elephant as he patted his trunk.  “I think I will call you Raja.”

            The vet smiled and said, “Well, Raja, are you ready to go to your new home?  Don’t worry, Kamesh, the refuge isn’t far from here.  I’m sure Raja wouldn’t mind at all if you AND Ketifa came to visit.”

            This seemed to make Kamesh feel better.  He picked up his sleeping kitten, rubbed Raja’s trunk, and said, “You’ll be okay, Raja.  We’ll come see you as often as we can.”

            Raja wrapped his trunk around Kamesh and the kitten as if to give them a goodbye hug.  Then the truck lumbered off taking Raja to his new home.

            Kamesh stayed true to his word.  He brought Ketifa to visit with his new friend every other Saturday.  As Ketifa grew larger, so did the friendship between the elephant and the cat.

The Hunt for Truffle Flowers

          Lullabelle shivered with excitement as she set out with her friend Twitch, the camouflage mouse, for Crystal Lake.  Tonight was the night when the magical truffle flowers would bloom at midnight.  They only bloomed on the night of the full moon and could only be found along the shores of Crystal Lake.  Each flower contained a delicious candy much like a truffle.  Everyone that ate the candy would have good luck for an entire month.  Since the flowers only bloomed for half an hour, it was extremely important that Lullabelle and Twitch be at the lake before midnight.

            Lullabelle had only been to Crystal Lake once when she was younger.  However, she had gotten directions from some other fairies before she set out.  Lullabelle had to carry Twitch in her arms as they flew toward the lake.   When the lake came into sight, she sighed in relief.  She didn’t realize how heavy Twitch would become before they reached the lake.

            They landed next to the lake a half hour before midnight.  Lullabelle had left a little early because she wanted to give them time to find some of the flowers before they bloomed.  She made a light with her wings, and the two friends set out in search of truffle flowers.  However, in the dark everything looked the same.  Lullabelle knew that when the truffle flowers bloom, they let off a faint glow, but when they are closed, they look like every other flower.  There was no way to tell which flowers were truffle flowers until they bloomed.

            Twitch and Lullabelle walked along a path stopping at every flower.  Lullabelle was so intent on examining the flowers as she walked along that she didn’t notice the mud until it was too late.  Her foot slid out from under her as soon as she stepped on the mudslick sending her sliding face first in the muck.

            Once she stopped sliding, she stood up and looked at herself.  “I must be a sight,” Lullabelle stated as she flapped her wings to work magic.  In no time at all, the mud disappeared.  However, from that point Lullabelle started paying more attention to the path than the flowers.

            “I guess we just need to wait until midnight, Twitch,” said Lullabelle.  “There is no way to tell which flowers are truffle flowers until they bloom.”  Twitch nodded in agreement.

            The two friends continued to walk along the path beside the lake.  After a while, Twitch wiggled his nose and went off into the grass in search of something.  Suddenly, Lullabelle heard a loud crash, and Twitch squeaking in alarm.  Lullabelle followed the sound of Twitch’s squeak until she found him trapped in a cage.  He had obviously set off some sort of trap.

            “Oh, Twitch,” sighed Lullabelle.  “What am I going to do with you?  Don’t you know not to go wandering off without me?  Here.”  With that, Lullabelle flapped her wings and turned the cage into a pile of flowers.

            Twitch squeaked his gratitude, but then froze in his tracks.  Right behind Lullabelle was a growling bobcat.  Twitch used his gift of camouflage he had received from Lullabelle for saving her life, and turned the color of the grass.  Lullabelle picked up a handful of flowers and dumped them on the bobcat’s head while Twitch scampered away.  Then Lullabelle flew away to catch up with Twitch.

            “Wow, that was close,” said Lullabelle.  “I guess now we are even.  You saved my life, and now I have saved your life.”  Again, Twitch squeaked his gratitude.

            Then far off in the distance, a clock began to chime.  It was finally midnight.  All around them the truffle flowers began to sparkle and bloom.  Lullabelle and Twitch went from flower to flower gathering the truffle candy and eating it.  They had never tasted such candy.

            “I hope it’s true that this candy gives you good luck,” said Lullabelle.  “I think we both really need some of that.”  Twitch nodded in agreement and continued to gobble down the candy.

            The two friends talked and ate until the flowers closed.  Then they started back for the old castle where they met.  Their tummies were full, and their hearts were happy.  Maybe next month, they would wait until closer to midnight before they started their hunt, but they would absolutely be back.